Saturday, March 25, 2017

Since many are asking, I got semi-dolled up and went to the interview on the Monday before last. It seemed to go well, though I haven't heard from the company yet. I won't say what company it is, but let's just say that it's a business for which I would not be ashamed to work.

And even if I don't get the position, interviewing seemed to put initiative under my backside, so I've been filling out some more applications.

I know that some might be asking, "why doesn't she have a writing job somewhere?" No degree and there's an even better reason: I wanted to create my own job, as my banner line indicates. Well, I guess I'm not so good at that, but there's more to it than that.

Back when blogging was new, I didn't even think of it is "my job." It was this fun thing, and I still think of it as a blessing--without it, many people who I absolutely adore would have no presence in my life. Additionally, I was more sure of where conservatives stood politically back then. Oh, I'm still a conservative, but, back then, I thought more conservatives stood on principle.

Now, I find people who call themselves conservatives not only ridiculing the importance of principle, but ridiculing those who even speak the word. I refer to this manner of thinking as aggressive stupidity--whenidiots turn their handicap into a blunt instrument and beat you over the head with it.

This is not a new concept, of course; these days, aggressive stupidity just has a better vector. (My first true inkling about the dearth of principle on the right was in regard to this topic.)

The point is this: before, I'd write long essays and get meaningful feedback from conservatives. Now, I get trolled by "conservatives" who see a graphic I share (with my purpose being to ridicule Democrats) who then assume that they know my political leanings--fourteen years of blogging notwithstanding--and who, then, give me an avalanche of their dumbassery. That kind of crap makes me want to say, "to Hell with you people," go out and try to make a lot of money so I can build that bunker I've been dreaming about since 2008.

Or course, I know that this is partially my fault: that I haven't blogging consistently enough in the last few years. It's the vicious circle.

But I still haven't given up on the idea that I can create my own employment.

If I get the position I interviewed for, you all may not see me that often, but in the meantime, I have work to do right here.

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Today is International Women's Day aka a Day Without a Woman, where feminists have decided to skip work. I think that it should be called "a Day Without Gratitude to God"--especially by American feminists.

Ring the irony bells...

This coming Monday, I have a job interview. It’s for a real, well-salaried position and, blessedly, it involves writing. However, as is so with most things in life, I’m in a quandary. Should I get the position. I will have to work a lot and I will have almost no time to finish my novel. I’m not that worried about that, but I am worried about this: for a number of years, I’ve taken regular time to work at my church and recently increased it. With this new job, I suspect that I would have to drop that time down to almost nothing. I would feel like I’m letting my pastor down and, also, myself. God’s work is huge part of what has kept me sane during the tribulations of the past few years.

The interesting part about that is, a couple of months ago, I asked God for a large and regular

work income.

I try to be straight with God; the best thing since He knows my thoughts from afar off. I told Him that I was grateful for the friends and readers He has sent to help me survive and for the small amounts of work that He has sent my way. Then, I said that I was tired of scratching and scraping and that I wanted to be able to pay my bills on time and do some of the other things I’d like which require money. (I always try to be real and not self-serving: “O, God, give me more money, so I can give you a bigger offering! Give me money, so that I can help other people in need, just like I have been helped!” Well, I certainly want to do both of those things, but both He and I know that this isn’t the primary reason. I suppose I can pray that He changes my heart to make those the primary reason.)

What to do? I know that the answer will come.

At any rate, I need to prepare my appearance for this interview. Since I lost most of my possessions last year, I have almost no professional clothes; one dress left and no slip. I need to get my afro trimmed a bit and I haven’t had my eyebrows shaped in months, so I’m asking for donations again—perhaps for the last time. I hope and pray that it is.